Fifteen Miles

FIFTEEN MILES The road keeps rolling bend after bend, Seems to me it will never end. My leg must be broken and I’m moving slow, With fifteen scorching hot miles to go. We ran out of gasoline last week, Luckier…

Politics!

POLITICS! Impassioned calls for “change” Bring a cold hand coming for my last dime. Proclamations of “the greater good” Bring the greater evil every time. Amongst the manifestations of evil, Politics is the most spidery one. It takes a murderous…